A/N: {IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME RAMBLING ABOUT MY LIFE, PLEASE SKIP THIS A/N PLEASE AND THANK YOU}
Hey, guys! Not that anyone is bothered to care, but my Phan merch came in a couple days ago!
I've been a bit happier than normal since then; more stable, I guess. Well, I did have a mental breakdown a couple nights ago, but maybe that doesn't count? Ah, whatever, this is boring for you; I'll stop ranting about my personal life to you guys 'cause I'm probably really boring, sorry.
ON WITH THE CHAPTER
{TW}
Hazel optics flickered in my direction catching my own cerulean gaze by surprise when beautiful cinnamon ruptured my daydreams.
I hadn't dared to lose eye-contact, eyelids blown wide in comparison to his casual stare; and my whole frame was tense and uncomfortable under his penetrating irises.
Allowing a shallow yet shaky exhale pass through my partially parted lips, I made the mistake of blinking, soothing the burning sensation collecting across the glassy casing, and in time he had managed to avert his regard to my person; instead balancing it towards blank lined paper.
Spare a moment, and the entirety of the class fell to mute desolation, leaving a heavy gloom on the atmosphere.
I hadn't been paying much attention to the teacher, reckoning my prolonged staring contest from a few desks away with a certain brunette, but I'm sure it was something along the lines of 'finish writing down the heading to your book reports before leaving class'.
Well, I may have paraphrased a little, considering I was out of it for at the minimum of fifteen minutes. Two of those minutes, spent testing the dryness of my eyes.
To say I was bored, was clearly an understatement.
But nonetheless, writing utensil clenched between forefinger and thumb, resting on my middle digit; ink was twirled across the loose-leaf, leaving perfected obsidian letters scribbled across.
Just as I dotted the 'i' in 'Phil', the obnoxious bell rang, and I was a close second to smashing a fist straight through the wooden furniture I was currently sat in.
Brushing off the pure vexation coursing through my veins, I edged my way out of the desk and wobbled a bit on my feet.
As klutzy as I was, I had finagled to push my way through the crowd, considering I was rather tiny in stature and size.
I winced as fingers curled around my lower arm near my wrist, stomach dropping to my ankles. 'Fuck.'
Permitting an unstable exhale to flood over my lips, I attempted to turn around to face my possible attacker; but was shocked by the sudden goofy grin sent my way.
"Dan..." I breathed; if possible, my face paled further, coughing lightly as if to message him to release my wrist.
Just as my gaze traveled up to lock with his, I immediately felt small and intimidated, and his grasp loosened to allow me to recoil my arm back to my side.
It had been six months, but the deep purple scars carved into my skin remained; pain throbbing underneath.
"You...left this. You really shouldn't leave it lying around to fall into the wrong hands." My drawing book.
And with that, the brunette scampered off to merge with my chaotic classmates.
If the incorrect person were to have retrieved it, I might not've seen it again.
"Thanks..." My voice was mixed with fear and gratefulness, but I doubt anyone heard it; the corridor filled with loud and obnoxious people.
But I clung onto that word, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
Maybe Dan wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: HEY. Sorry I'm doing ANOTHER A/N. I just needed to remind those who might've forgot.
But I changed a bit in Chapter 5, so Phil did cut his wrists (as well as his thighs, legs, and stomach); just wanted to inform you guys of my minor correction.
Hope to see lots of you in the next chapter!! ^_^
-twirls off the stage-
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Sleepless Nights and Choruses
FanfictionPhil Lester in an insomniac, but also suffering with depression and anxiety. His extremely introverted behaviour causes him to stay indoors most of the time, excluding going to school. He's got his head in the clouds, and can't come down. Star ga...
